Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down Here, artist - Lil Boosie. Date of issue: 19.12.2005
Song language: English
Down Here |
| Round here, there’s nothing but thug niggas |
| Down here, nothing but hard heads |
| Round here, nothing but straight killas down here |
| And if you really wanna know |
| I’m from the city of the wickedest, cut throat connivers |
| We keeps it gutter, till the day that we die |
| We roam the streets at dark, all we got to survive |
| Is our hands and our heart, our balls and our word |
| Just for sitting in my hood, I be screaming until I’m horse |
| You ever touch one of mine, I’m coming for you and yours |
| If you ain’t got to jack in the murder, you ain’t shit |
| When you hear the blacka-blacka, you know somebody got hit |
| Hope it ain’t none of mine, and if it’s mine |
| I be coming to get you die trying, survival of the fittest |
| We the sickest no disrespect, but these boys got heart |
| It could be the dope, but these boys play the part |
| Murder capital, just a couple years back |
| In my city, itching to put us right back on the map |
| When you hear the click-clack, you know it’s time to smash |
| Playa in chest-tolic, catch a bullet in the ass |
| I still hustled the block, I keep on cock the 17 shots |
| I’m a 9th Ward nigga, so I can’t be stopped |
| Fill a X fill a boy, whatever get us high |
| With money on my mind, so somebody bound to die |
| Be careful what you say, cause if my people feel played |
| You bound to get sprayed, hole in your fade |
| I’m in between your braids, we love cracking domes |
| We love car jacking, and breaking in people homes |
| Love concealing weapons, illegal firearms |
| I’m a felon, ain’t no papers on this pistol in my palm |
| Suicidal, murder mo' common than crawfish |
| Nigga die, we second line ain’t that a (bi-ay-itch) |
| Nigga got your number, no need to wonder |
| Who put, lil' whodi under |
| Crooked ass police force, them the biggest dope dealers |
| New Orleans made us killas my nigga, you got to feel us |
| This for my thug and thugettes, niggas in the ghet’s |
| Throw up your hood nigga, represent your set |
| (*talking*) |
| Look come on, come on, keep it real |
| No other nigga gon thug like me |
| Tear up a club like me, whack a nigga for free |
| Beat down the police, spit in the judge face |
| Slap a mo’fucker if he get out of place |
| Down here, what |